“Let me take that!” demanded Hesba as if it were her right: “You’re tired, I can see, or you wouldn’t have jumped. You sit down now and I’ll finish getting dinner. By the way, ought I to have dressed for dinner? Aunt thought you did, but I didn’t see any use if we’re all alone, unless you think I should.”
“Dress for dinner?” said Marget perplexed, “why, you are dressed, I’m sure.”
“All right if you’re satisfied,” said Hesba, “I wanted to do the right thing, the first night, anyway. Now, where’s your bread box? I’ll cut the bread.”
But Marget at last roused to the occasion.
“You will not cut the bread, my dear,” she said, and looked her guest in the eye with battle, gently shown, “I prefer to cut my own bread, and to get my own dinner. It will please me far better if you will sit in the
